Chapter 237 A Wild Night

• That night was wild. That night was rough. That night was tender, too. There was heat and there was warmth, booze humming in their veins and feelings tangled up together. Pushed by alcohol and swept by desire, they tossed their doubts and shackles aside and clung to each other without a care. It was a messy night, and in that mess they couldn’t tell day from night, or dream from real life.
• That night, their eyes, their hearts, and their whole world held only each other. The madness of the first half of the night gave way to deep sleep in the second half. They knocked out from the effort, from the alcohol, and from love and the sweet hit of being sated.
• In the morning, Ben Walton still woke on time. His body clock was a damn machine—down to the minute. Even drunk, he popped awake right on schedule.